<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989044624804693033</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:02:30.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unending-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989044624804693033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unending-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sravani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462989982398764771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlNeiHTwOt4/TZWV9K3vEXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/90fl2BI_45g/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG1143A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989044624804693033.post-804929059109224652</id><published>2011-04-01T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:42:40.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is so much to say about me.. most of the part just simply boring but yet quite&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;to my readers :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. all through my life, there are lots of&amp;nbsp;disappointments&amp;nbsp;rather than satisfaction.. i find my self cut off from the world at every phase.. everyone is around me to give me all that i wanted. but still some thing&amp;nbsp;irreplaceable&amp;nbsp;has left and my wanting&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;that is cannot be filled my anyone.. and that is my mom.her unconditional love.. she left this date last year..&amp;nbsp;April&amp;nbsp;1st 2010.&amp;nbsp;leaving&amp;nbsp;this fool(me)to the world.. nothing can replace her.. perhaps thats the&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;why find myself alone although am with&amp;nbsp;innumerable&amp;nbsp;number of people...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;don't remember my&amp;nbsp;childhood, how i spent, but few glimpses still exist in my mind.. i remember i was good at schooling.. i was my teachers fav student.. i even won the best student award in my 6th standard.. i fought with god i remember that he always been &amp;nbsp;partial to few but not me.. i lost hope.felt&amp;nbsp;dis hearted.. but to my surprise on the day announcement my name was called.. it was a &amp;nbsp;bit shocking but not complete.. coz i new some where that, this award was mine.&amp;nbsp;lol.. my joy new no bounds.. i was very happy that day.. this was a big achievement to me.&amp;nbsp;unforgettable&amp;nbsp;one..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The other one was when i delivered a speech on the school assembly&amp;nbsp;dais&amp;nbsp;and i received a huge round of appaulse and appreciation from each and everyone.. it was sister mercy who recognized the inner capability and made it known to the entire school.. from then i was recognized as a good orator.. i gave many speeches on national festival occasions. i don't know exactly remember the sense of mind i had, but the highlight of schooling was i a good student called by my&amp;nbsp;teachers..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Inspite of these good achievements there are some bad yet the most unforgettable life lessons learnt.. though i was&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for many there was one of my teacher who used to scold me.. its from her i received such a bad punch.. it was a painful experience.. but&amp;nbsp;forgetting&amp;nbsp;those i moved on as of nothing happened.. i still her&amp;nbsp;sentences '&lt;b&gt;don't be like sravani&lt;/b&gt;'&amp;nbsp;..' &lt;b&gt;i met your mother and when told me about i couldn't recollect u&lt;/b&gt;'... i felt very bad that day.. there was no recognition for me.. i was feeling dejected.. a sort of hate developed for her in my heart... guess what would have happened next? i would have told sorry?? noo.. i went near her to inform her regarding by sis absence to the school.. she was expecting a sorry but i din give a damn to her... such a gal i was.. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I forgot to tell something lol.. i was a good thinker too.. even my&amp;nbsp;darling&amp;nbsp;sis.. we both scripted a drama and we enacted it in front&amp;nbsp;of the whole school.. the topic of occasion was&amp;nbsp;children's&amp;nbsp;day.. and we very enthusiastically presented the drama and it was liked.. wow what a talent i had ..lol.. great isn't?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Recalling those memories gives a good feeling and boost my confidence to achieve something&amp;nbsp;extraordinary&amp;nbsp;:)... i don't understand and unable to recognize the thing that kept me going.. whatever it was, good achievements , good impression have been a part of my schooling.. after these many years it feels good recalling all those.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The funniest thing i remember is my lunch box..which i called tiffin box lol... i used to carry the biggest basket of all my mates.. it contained a hot box with its cap loosen.. two water bottles.. a curd box.. dal box sometimes.. with papad or vadiyalu.. last but not the&amp;nbsp;least&amp;nbsp;ha ha&amp;nbsp;salt... &amp;nbsp;my god! no one had such of mine.. there would be leakage of water from my basket and everyone use to complain me whenever they happen to sit on ground and that to near my basket.. it was&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;but its funny to recall all those now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;school memories though most of those left me leaving a mark...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3989044624804693033-804929059109224652?l=my-unending-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unending-life.blogspot.com/feeds/804929059109224652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-unending-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989044624804693033/posts/default/804929059109224652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3989044624804693033/posts/default/804929059109224652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unending-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>sravani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462989982398764771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlNeiHTwOt4/TZWV9K3vEXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/90fl2BI_45g/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG1143A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
